Long ago
The gentle wind blew
Fragrance of flower pervading
When the king arrived.
He visited homes and hovels
Rejuvenating bodies and minds
Of the young and hoary old.
To day climate so changed
And weather hot
That I don't feel his coming.
Sometimes,
Seeing the egrets flying
Towards the distant blue hill
I pondered,
How long they willcome there.
Dt 10.08.2007
The way of presentation is attractive. Beautifully penned. A lovely poem on spring nicely executed. Thanks for sharing.
Small things make us aware of the weather change but not in our control the turn of climate change. Lovely poem to bring attention to environment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The gentle wind blew Fragrance of flower pervading When the king arrived.....beautiful poetic expression. A fabulous poem....5 stars